I was normal before this. Before him. Normal job, normal flat, the bliss normality of the ignorance of all the real monsters. I used to think that one time murderers were what went bump in the night. But compared to Xavier Falicci? Child's play. And I was happy in my ignorance. So so happy. Then he stole me from my life. Made me watch people be murdered. Made me murder people. But he made me feel things, so many different things. Through all of the pain, through all of the pleasure, through every emotion that he's made run through my veins, I try to think of a worse way to live. Because being his captive has changed me. Changed everything about me. As soon as I was kidnapped, the old Brooklyn died. The old me, the one who knew the difference between good and evil, right and wrong, justice and redemption. But, you know, through it all, all of the madness since that fateful night, I've realised something. Life isn't like that. Life isn't serving justice and slamming the prison cell door then riding off into the mafia free sunset. It's harder than that. Rougher. And Xavier has shown me everything that I wanted. Who knows, maybe being the mafia boss' kidnapped detective fuck buddy wasn't that bad after all... EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT EXTREME STRONG LANGUAGE MATURE SCENES OF VIOLENCE I think it's a brilliant book, but I'm biased! Give it a read- what have you got to lose?... TRAILER: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vh8rIs7_pxE COMPLETED AS OF 22/09/18- unedited so a few grammatical errors but nothing major!

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.